This is their obduracy,

These enemies of wine and cup,

Let there be no moon by night,

No cloud by day,

The breeze has knocked at the prison door again,

Dawn is about to break,

Tell the heart not to feel so restive,

If a spark, let it leap out,

If a bud, let it blossom,

What if you have put out the candles,

In the luminous chambers of love,

Snuff out the moon,

And I will concede defeat,

The sky waits for this spell to be broken,

For history to tear itself from this net,

For silence to break it’s chains,

Look up at the sky, hope is found


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